it's those teeth. he wouldn't be so bad looking without them. oliver
tries to imagine marcus' face without those huge, crooked protrusions.
maybe. so, lose the teeth. and maybe that persistent, menacing sneer.
oliver imagines a smooth, even smile. it would be completely different.
oliver decides marcus’ other features are quite appealing.
perhaps
all this imagining is a bad idea. oliver hasn’t been watching where
he’s going and has stepped on the heels in front of him. a push, a
sneer and a flash of oversized teeth pointing every which way, “why
don’t you watch where you’re going?” and close up like this,
threatening and in his face like this, there’s no escaping those teeth.
they’re so big and ugly. and oliver can’t breathe.